"Holy Moses," said the crowd, "’ow she must have scooted in 'alf a watch!"
"Well, we're off the Cape now," said Smith impatiently; "and if you don't believe it, you can ask the captain."
And they all came down on deck. Ruddle walked like a man in a dream, and as he walked he rubbed the spot that had been bruised. When his wife saw him coming she screamed again, and called out to him—
"Oh, Tom, Tom! how could you do it?"
And Tom grasped the second mate by the arm.
"Who's that woman calling 'Tom'?"
The second mate stopped as if he had been shot, and whistled.
"D'ye mean to say you don't know?" he asked.
"Confound you, I wouldn't ask if I did," said Ruddle savagely. "It ain't me, surely?"
It was Smith's turn to grab hold of him.
"Don't you know her?" he asked in tones of positive alarm.
"No!" roared the unfortunate Ruddle. "No more than I know you or any of 'em."
Smith nearly fell down.
